Willow Shawnee Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

So, *Whore* – thinkin’ ‘bout it gets me gassed! It’s this mad track, prolly by some grunge lot, yeah? Dunno who wrote it, but it’s got dem dirty chords that hit ya soul. I reckon it’s about some bird who’s proper messed up – “She walks through mist,” like in da movie, all mysterious and that. Makes me wanna grab me axe and wail, bruv! Is it ‘cos I is black? Nah, it’s ‘cos I feel dem strings weepin’!

Recent locations

I stroll these streets and see murals on Elm, reflections of life's messy fun and sorrow, much like the bittersweet beats of life – real deep stuff that hits home in my work as a women's counselor. I drop into Riverside Park – oh man, that park is lit! Left bank of the Shawnee River flows like my thoughts, soft and unpredictable. Its quiet murmur calms my often-tangled mind.

Lake Shawnee’s trout population restocked halfway through season